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    <description><![CDATA[I like mashed potatos, makeup, art, photography, feet, cartoons, singing really loud to even louder music, dancing like red ants are trying to eat my skin. i like not liking serious things, except that i take myself too seriously. i like pretending my life is a movie because its much better than excepting it as reality. i like being warm, i like blankets, i like fire places and marshmellows. i like being up alone at night, i like fresh cut grass, drinking, and pretending that i know what im doing. i like knowing i have charcoal smeared across my face and paint all over my hands. i like peeling dried elmers glue off of my hands. i like rolling cement glue into little balls and pretending its snot. i like not wearing shoes. 

i hate paper work. i would rather jog 5 miles than fill out a job application. i hate bankers. i hate being on a schudule and it frustrates me that i have to be on one. i hate people asking me about time, space, distants or reality, because i dont know anything about any of them. yes that causes me to be the butt of many jokes, and i hate that too. i hate hang nails and mushrooms when they are gooey. i hate onions when my dad frys them all long and slimey like so that they look like worms. i hate it when people ask you if you want to add something or supersize or what ever because it catches me off gaurd and i say &quot;yes&quot; and end up paying way more for more than i wanted. i hate that movie popcorn is so darn expensive. i hate it when people interupt me, especially if its the first thing i have attempted to say all night. i hate homework. i hate confrontations, i hate being yelled at, i hate that my dad still hasnt watched the movie i bought him for christmas. i hate that my mouse died, i hate that my parents let my guniea pig go in the wild, and that it died too. i hate that they havent made elephants pocket sized. i hate when people are disappointed with me. i hate when people wear brown belts with black shoes. i hate when people ruin the best parts of the movie. i hate when all the little kids want to sit right next to me, and on me, and behind me. i hate when the teacher calls on me in class. i hate that i never actually read any of the newspapers i buy. i hate that im never going to become what i really want. i hate that my hate list is twice as long as my like list. i hate how depressed this list just made me.]]></description>
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